"I'm going to settle this woman!"
Hatton sat above the giant wave horse, looking down at Drogo with an unquestionable scent in his tone.
Drogo's face was extremely difficult to see.
After a while, he turned his head and looked at Enzo with a hint of apologies, and whispered, "Sorry, Enzo, the order of the Gauso Tribe envoy, we cannot refuse!"
"So, give Wendy to the Gosso tribe. As for the woman in the tribe, whether she has a husband or not, you can choose any one of them, and treat it as compensation from the tribe!"
As he said that, Drogo raised his hand.
Several blood warriors lowered their heads and prepared to hand over the trembling Wendy to the Gosso tribe, but at this moment, Enzo's eyes turned cold.
"I refuse." Enzo said lightly.
Drogo's face suddenly changed. Before he could stop it, not far away, Hatton seemed to hear something ridiculous and laughed wantonly.
"What? I heard it right?"
Hatton resisted the axe in his hand, and a playful look appeared in his eyes, mocking, "It seems that as a inferior person, becoming a red warrior has given you great confidence, and he dared to refuse my order."
"Enzo! Apologize to the Hatton Messenger!"
On the side, Drogo yelled harshly, then looked at Hatton with a flattering look and said, "I'm very sorry, Hatton messenger, the little guy from the Tatar tribe has just become a red-text warrior, and he is inevitably a little proud. Please don't be as good as he does."
"Kneel down and kiss our toes, maybe I can forgive your offense." Hatton ignored Drogo on the side and spoke quietly.
Enzo's face was expressionless, and a trace of joke flashed in his eyes.
This kind of vulgar show-off slapping scene seems to be a plot that only appeared in online novels in previous life, but now it really happens, which really makes Enzo feel a little funny.
"What? You don't want to?"
Seeing Enzo standing still, Hatton refused to give in and spoke to death.
At this moment, a weak voice suddenly rang.
"Well...Enzo." On the side, the petite Wendy looked pale and said tremblingly, "Please don't refuse the orders of the messenger of the Gosso Tribe. I am willing to be a burialist. This is my destiny!"
Wendy's face was extremely pale at this time.
The attack of the Gaosuo tribe left a huge shadow on him. When she was selected by Hatton today, she could not even have the idea of ​​resisting and was completely desperate in her heart.
Obeying the arrangements of the tribe and succumb to the males is the characteristic of all the women of the war ghost tribe. Wendy, who has lived in the Tatar tribe since childhood, is naturally no exception. Just like the harvest celebration a few days ago, the three selected girls sacrificed, knowing that the ending of waiting for their own death, but still has no idea of ​​resisting.
There is no other reason, the rules of the world of war ghosts are caused!
Because women cannot master extraordinary power, they can only become vassals of males. Even in the history of the War Ghost Clan, some women who resisted their fate have appeared, but they did not end up in the end.
As for escaping from the tribe, there is no need to think about it.
Not to mention the vast Solu Plain, there are terrifying wild beasts everywhere. Once the weak women leave the protection of the tribe, they will be eaten within one day, not to mention the Black Fog Season, which is regarded as a disaster by the entire War Ghost Clan.
"Goodbye, Enzo."
A pale smile appeared on Wendy's face, and then she consciously walked into the wooden cage and accepted her fate as the burialist.
Not far away, Hatton was full of mocking.
However, just the next moment.
Enzo, who was originally standing on the ground, suddenly had a silver luster in his eyes, and the soul thorn stabbed towards Hadun like a pointed cone.
"ah!!!"
Amidst the shrill screams, Hatton fell off the giant wave horse, his face was extremely ferocious, and he struggled to get up from the ground, and a gleam of fear appeared in his eyes.
"It's you!!"
Hatton stared at Enzo with an inexplicable fear in his heart. The strange mental attack just now reminded him of something at the first time, that is, the evil one!
Only evil people who are polluted by the god of disaster will have strange abilities, and at the same time, evil people will only be born among the inferior species.
Weird ability, inferior identity.
The combination of the two shocked Hatton, unable to help but take a few steps back, and whispered loudly, ": This inferior species has become the minion of the god of disaster, is an evil person!"
Hearing this sentence, people around him were shocked.
The Tatars, including Drogo, also retreated, and distanced themselves from Enzo. The eyes of his eyes looked at him, alertness appeared.
Evil, a taboo in the battle with the ghost clan!
In this indigenous world, there are only two gods, namely the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster. The two indigenous gods have been fighting for many years, but neither side is able to completely kill each other.
But overall, the war between the two indigenous gods was still the God of Blood Killing, so he supported the Ghost War Clan to become the controller of the world. Under the oracle of the God of Blood Killing, all Ghost War Clans had a very clear understanding, that is, the God of Disaster represents evil and is the root of all disasters.
Therefore, every war ghost tribe is extremely resistant to the God of Disaster.
"Evil? Maybe."
In place, Enzo's face was indifferent. He did not refute Hatton. For the War Ghost Clan, a wizard with magical abilities is indeed the same as an evil person.
"Drogo! How dare you to accommodate evil people!"
Hatton got up from the ground, and a bloody force burst out from his body. His eyes looked at Enzo were full of vigilance, and he shouted loudly, ": The Tatar tribe has become the minions of the god of disaster. In the name of the great blood-killing god, the warriors of the Gosso tribe will kill all these evil Tatar people."
As Hatton whistled his command, the Gaosuo blood warriors behind him raised their spears one after another.
Drogo's face suddenly showed a nervous expression, and he waved his hand and said, "No! Lord Hatton! There must be some misunderstanding. Enzo is a red-textured warrior who has received the gift of the God of Blood Killing. How could he be an evil person?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the Tatar tribe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes! At the harvest celebration a few days ago, Enzo was a warrior who received the gift of the God of Blood-killing, so he naturally could not be an evil person.
"Accepted the gift from the God of Blood-killing?"
Hatton frowned slightly, then his eyes flashed and he said coldly, "Hmph! You still dare to argue. I clearly felt a trace of evil power just now, which was emitted from this inferior species."
"How could the great blood-killing god give a bad reward?"
"Don't listen to these Tatar people talking nonsense. The warriors of the Goso Tribe are ready to fight and flatten the Tatar tribe that colludes with the God of Disaster in the name of the Goso Tribe."
Hatton ignored Drogo's defense without saying anything.
At this time, for him, whether the Tatar tribe accommodates evil people was no longer the main problem. Enzo alone accepted this gift from the God of Blood-killing at the harvest celebration was enough to make him feel murderous.
You should know that the fundamental reason why the Gauso tribe can become the master of everything on the Solu Plain is that the tribe leader Okaren was once a raging warrior who had received the gift of the God of Blood Killing.
For the Ghost War Clan, the Blood-killing God represents the root of all power.
Only war ghosts who are given power by God have the chance to become strong. If the inferior species in front of them have really received the gift of the blood-killing god, then becoming a raging warrior in the future will inevitably shake the rule of the Gaosuo tribe over the plains.
The Tatar tribe may be weak now, but if you have a raging warrior, everything will change.
The strength of the War Ghost Tribe mainly depends on the number of high-end combat power.
"The Tatar tribe must be eradicated!"
Hatton made up his mind, with a murderous intent in his eyes, and said intimidated by ": Although the siege three years ago suppressed the development of the Tatar tribe, if the inferior species given by the Blood-killing God really became a raging warrior, the Tatar tribe would definitely avenge the Gaosuo tribe!"
Although the probability of becoming a red warrior is almost zero, Hatton is still unwilling to take risks. Anyway, with him and his subordinates, the blood warriors of the Gosso tribe, it is enough to destroy a small Tatar tribe.
Drogo wanted to continue begging, but Hatton had already dropped his hand.
Behind the blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe roared in unison, and the power of blood spread out from their bodies. As the overlord of the plains, the blood warriors in the clan had a combat capability far greater than that of the Tatar tribe.
Due to the abundant resources, every Gaosuo blood warrior is extremely burly.
"Accept the sanctions of the Gosso Tribe!"
Hatton's face showed a trace of ferociousness and roared, ": Kill all the minions of these disaster gods in the name of the great blood-killing god."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hatton took the lead in charge.
The giant wolf horse under his crotch made a wolf howl and rushed towards the Tatar tribe. The blood warriors of Gaosuo behind him also began to run wildly. The sound of fifty blood warriors stomping on the ground was like beating a drum.
"how so......"
Drogo's face was pale, and even his body was trembling slightly. Although the blood warriors in the ghost tribe were fighting and dying fearlessly, in the attack three years ago, the Gaosuo tribe left too deep a shadow on the Tatar tribe, so that even if the other party had only one three-blooded red-text warrior like him, Drogo still could not have the idea of ​​resisting.
And behind him, the same is true for the rest of the Tatar tribe.
The women of all tribes were trembling like quails, and the blood warriors looked ugly, and they were at a loss when holding weapons. The consequences of resisting the Gosso tribe were unbearable.
"What's this? Is it a psychological shadow?"
Enzo raised his eyebrows and a strange look on his face. According to his months of getting along, in his impression, most of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe have a character who are not afraid of fighting and death. They dare to fight against wild beasts during harvest hunting.
However, now facing a group of Gosso people, they seem extremely afraid.
Before he could think too much, Hatton rushed over.
In place, Enzo shook his head slightly, ignored Drogo and others, and casually clasped his hands into fists. The power of qi and blood in his body was shaken, and then punched out and turned into a red energy.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the giant wolf horse was directly knocked over. Hatton, who was riding on it, changed his face and fell down.
"You!!" Hatton looked shocked.
After getting up from the ground, the giant wolf horse of the wild beast was hit by Enzo, and was already dying. Hatton's heart was full of incredible ideas, and even doubted his life.
You know, the giant wolf horse is a rare wild beast.
The combat power of this big guy is almost inferior to that of a fire-toothed mammoth. Even if the Red-Text Warrior wants to take him down, it will take some energy, but he is almost killed by Enzo with one punch.
"Is this guy really an evil person?"
A thought arose in Hatton's mind, but then he rejected it and said, "No, it's impossible. This inferior attack is full of qi and blood. It will never be an evil person polluted by the god of disaster."
The red-textured warriors and evil people each represent the god of blood-killing and the god of disaster.
The formation of both professions relies on the power of gods, so the power of qi and blood is the biggest feature of the Red-Secret Warriors. Evils cannot imitate them, while evil people who absorb the power of the God of Disaster are full of strange auras, their bodies are extremely fragile, but they have various strange abilities.
In the general perception of the war ghost tribe, evil people cannot possess the power of qi and blood.
Therefore, when Enzo used the power of qi and blood, Hatton had already denied his identity as an evil person in his heart. However, the murderous intent in Hatton's eyes did not diminish at all, but instead made up his mind.
The red-textured warrior who can almost kill the giant wolf foal with one punch is extremely rare throughout the Solu Plain. Hatton had already determined in his heart that the Tatar tribe did not lie. At the harvest celebration, the power given by the Blood-killing God did give this inferior species.
It is precisely because of this that this inferior species can be so powerful!
"Even if you are not an evil person, you must not survive." Hatton's eyes were cold and he said in his heart, "Otherwise, once you become a raging warrior, it will inevitably become a disaster for the Gosso tribe."
Opposite, Enzo's face was calm.
After he had a punch, the messenger of Gaosuo seemed to have a lot of thoughts in his mind, but no matter what the other party thought, it was not important to Enzo.
"Hatton Messenger, please stop."
At this moment, Drogo suddenly rushed up, blocking Enzo and Hatton, with a flattering smile on his face, and said, ": The messenger of Hatton should have seen that Enzo has the power of qi and blood, which is enough to prove that he is not an evil person."
Hatton ignored the news and raised his axe with great force.
For Hatton now, killing Enzo is his purpose, and it doesn't matter whether the other party is a evil person.
The next moment, Hatton charged violently.
The red blood and blood power burst out from his body, three blood patterns shone on his chest, and the giant axe swung like a strong wind. Drogo, not far away, suddenly changed his face and he quickly dodged sideways.
"Go to die, the minions of the God of Disaster!"
Chapter completed!